My temperament is not geared to that of a novelist.
I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back.
My earliest poems were a way of talking to somebody. I suppose to myself.
The irony is, going to work every day became the subject of probably my best poetry.
My mother carried on and supported us; her ambition had been to write poetry and songs.
It's ironic that while I was a worker in Detroit, which I left when I was twenty six, my sense was that the thing that's going to stop me from being a poet is the fact that I'm doing this crummy work.